Deadly Secrets (Part 2, page 1 of 12)

"Yo Zara! Haul ass, we're all waiting on you," Orion hollered, yanking open the rear door of a battered Chevrolet Sedan. He chucked an empty duffle bag onto the back seat then slammed the door shut, rocking the car. Orion then jogged around the back of the car, stopping at the passenger side to bang a fist against the roof, his patience with his friend's sluggishness wearing thin. "If you're not here in three seconds, we're going to leave without you!"

No response.

Orion snorted and spat onto the road, then he reached into the inside pocket of his leather jacket to pull out his packet of cigarettes. He popped one into his mouth and glared at the empty sidewalk; it had been more than three seconds and, surprisingly, his friend still hadn't magically appeared at his command.